NBA Ten Thousand Worlds Bishop

Chapter 111 I Will Win the Championship Before You
Davidson had just taken his seat, and Pat Riley, who had just been tricked not long ago, looked at Davidson coldly.

If Chuck Daly was at the scene today, he probably wouldn't dare to make a mistake. His father's unrelenting temper made him anxious, and he might really beat Pat Riley at the draft scene.

But now seeing that Chuck Daly didn't come, Pat Riley naturally wanted to vent his anger.

But before he could speak, Larry Brown not far away spoke first.

"Young man, without Chuck Daly leading the team, how dare you come to the draft scene alone?"

"Old Chuck is really old and confused, and he can't understand what he wants to do more and more."

"And you kid, I advise you to think about your next home quickly. The king has got Muresan, and you kid will be useless."

Larry Brown sat on a chair and looked at Davidson with disdain.

In the last season's draft, Larry Brown was humiliated by his father. This time his father is away, so he will naturally find his place with Davidson.

As soon as Larry Brown finished speaking, Pat Riley also spoke.

"Larry, you're right, Chuck Daly is really old and confused, and you kid, I'm afraid you'll have to leave the king's bed before you finish this season."

Davidson looked at the two quietly, with a smile on his face.

"It's all over?" Davidson asked with a smile.

"Okay, you two are done talking, let me talk about it."

"Larry Brown, what do you mean if you say daddy is stupid? You started coaching the Nuggets in 76. It's been almost 20 years, and you haven't even seen a championship. How dare you speak?"

"If I were you, to be honest, I might be embarrassed to appear here. In 20 years, the team you coached didn't even see a championship."

"If it is said that you have invented some super-era tactics, or cultivated a super giant that crossed the era, or always coached weak teams like Bill Fitch, then no matter what you say today, I can't spray you."

"But you have nothing, nothing that can be sold. In my eyes, you may be the most rubbish head coach in this league, bar none."

"Keep your mouth in check, don't come out to embarrass yourself."

Davidson was like a cannonball, catching Larry Brown and spraying him to death.

If it wasn't for Larry Brown's dirty words to his father, then Davidson might not want to talk to him.

But now that Larry Brown dared to disrespect his father, Davidson would not spare him.

Just after spraying Larry Brown, Davidson saw Pat Riley was about to speak, and immediately pointed at Pat Riley and started spraying.

"You better keep your mouth shut, Pat Riley."

"Although you have won four championships, but for these four championships, ask yourself, are you guilty of winning?"

"Who here doesn't know about your nasty things? On this occasion, don't lick your face and embarrass yourself."

"Everyone knows who you are. Don't expect what you have done to be forgotten just like that."

"I think it's a waste of words to say one more word to a bastard like you!"

"Here, let me put down a word. In the next time, I, Davidson, will definitely win the championship before you two brazen bastards."

"If you don't believe me, just wait and see!"

With a loud voice, Davidson shouted angrily at Pat Riley and Larry Brown.

Davidson is a relatively calm young man, but he also lost his temper today.

Everyone in the venue was dumbfounded. Davidson, a young man, was really angry, even bigger than Chuck Daly.

It was the first time he led a team to participate in the draft, and he even pointed at the noses of two veteran head coaches in the league and scolded them.

The key point is that the two head coaches were speechless after being scolded, and they didn't know how to fight back at all.

"Wilson, come, sit here." Old Nelson not far away waved at Davidson.

Davidson nodded with a smile, and sat directly beside Old Nelson.

"You kid, you're really as angry as Chuck."

"If it wasn't for the wrong skin color, I really doubt that you are the illegitimate son of old Chuck." Old Nelson said with a smile.

"Mr. Nelson, why did you go to the Knicks?" Davidson asked suspiciously.

A few days ago, the Knicks invited Dad to coach, but he flatly refused.

Only a few days later, Nelson Sr. took over as head coach of the Knicks.

"Come and see, I have a plan, it is more likely to be realized in the Knicks." Old Nelson said with a smile.

Davidson didn't ask Old Nelson what his plan was. Taking advantage of the opportunity tonight, he asked Old Nelson about his coaching experience.

After a while, Stern began to appear on the stage, and the draft officially began.

Joe Smith and Antonio McDyess were selected with the top two picks respectively, both of which are inside players.

The third pick of the Philadelphia 76ers chose Jerry Stackhouse, who played the swingman position, from the University of North Carolina, an alumnus of Jordan.

The next fourth and fifth picks are also all inside players.

The fourth pick is Rasheed Wallace, and the fifth pick is high school student Kevin Garnett.

After 20 years, finally another high school player has entered the league.

Davidson is not very interested in these rookies, and he is now waiting for their No. 29 pick in the first round.

"Son, after the draft, your king should make some trade moves?" Old Nelson asked with a low smile.

Davidson nodded. After the draft, he will start to organize the Kings lineup.

Among other things, the original starting power forward Brian Grant must be sold.

When he was in the Nets, Davidson had contacted the Kings for a deal, but the Kings were determined to want Coleman at that time, which led to the failure of the deal.

Later, in the 94 draft, they selected Brian Grant, a rookie with a similar style to Coleman.

Grant's strength is good. In his rookie season, he quickly got the starting power forward position. He averaged 13.2 points, 7.5 rebounds and 1.5 blocks per game. A rookie can play such data, and the transaction value is still quite large.

Because of Battelle's upcoming joining, Davidson is now preparing to sell Grant.

It would be a pity for such a rookie with great potential to play as a substitute.

It's better to sell it in exchange for some bargaining chips with stronger combat power.

"If there is any trade action, please tell our Knicks first, I am still very interested in some players in your team." Old Nelson said with a smile.

Davidson nodded, "Don't worry, Mr. Nelson, I will contact you after the draft is over."

The draft continued. At the 13th pick, Willis Reed sent a note to Davidson, and they wanted to use the Kings' NO.[-] pick to select Corris Williams.

(End of this chapter)